I like to be in control. It's a nasty affliction.
For several years, when my two brothers from Michigan would be in town for the Thanksgiving weekend, I would mail all four of my brothers, schedules of what we were going to do, when and where. Being the only girl in the family, I assumed I should be in charge. Isn't that presumptuous?
I must say, it worked pretty well. At least for ME it did.
I'm happy to report I gave that up a couple of years ago. Instead, I relax, breathe, let go and just live. I'm working on the other 364 days of the year!!
Why do I have a blog?
I don't blog about anything exclusively. I just enjoy writing, enjoy expressing how I feel about what's happening in my life or simply sharing what's on my mind. That's it. That's the answer to my opening question. I take that and run with it on impulse.
Usually after slight deliberation, I have a subject that floats to the surface of my consciousness. Today, nothing is coming forward. To kill time, I will write about what I see: As I look out my window, directly above my laptop screen, I see snow falling on our front yard, on the road and on the neighbor's house and yard. Since early today, we have received a few inches and are expecting a few more before nightfall.
I have an appointment tomorrow at 11:00 in Roscoe, IL, only a few miles from here. I don't foresee any travel problems but do miss our Silverado pickup truck when there is snow. I haven't driven very much with our GMC Terrain on treacherous roads so it's something to be concerned about. I'll allow plenty of time to get to NorthPointe. I should be fine. I may go to a class at the YMCA early morning depending on what I decide after I wake up.
To go or not to go. That is my biggest dilemma now that I'm retired. Whereas, for 28 years, I went to my place of employment Monday through Friday, now I am free to go wherever, whenever, within reason. My decision making skills are getting daily opportunities, thus I'm hopeful that before long, I will be a polished, practiced retiree, capable of navigating through the many hours in my days with little concern.
It just dawned on me that rather than posting everything I put on my blog, I could make my entries entirely for myself, as a journal of sorts. I believe that writing one's thoughts can be therapeutic. Over the years, I have kept spiral notebook journals somewhat regularly. Somewhat means I've made months of daily entries and then have gone months and even years without a word. Perhaps regularly is the wrong adverb. Intermittently may be more accurate.
Sitting here at my laptop, I'm operating without much inspiration. That's a good reason to bring this post to a close.
Solitary words aren't my choice for this post. Today, I will share and hope it is worth reading.
Bye.
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I took a short walk today, about 15 minutes. The temperature is 44 degrees and the sun is full throttle, that is, not a cloud in the sky.
The fresh air was much needed. Walking north was a bit chilly on my face but the sounds of birds singing erased the discomfort.
I submit this post with wishes that you, also, are finding joy in your Monday,
